The Pirate Prince L.T

Holding hands

Chapter 25

She hadn't been the one to initiate the kiss but she damn well sure would be the one to end it before her head got lost in the stupid moment.

Louis's lips on her felt like some sort of strange sensation going through her body. It felt heart pumping whenever it happened and Lillian found her body wanting to just extend her arms over the male's back to pull him closer and further go into the kiss. The urge was strong and nearly overwhelming.

It vaguely reminded Lillian of her own dream from earlier. Her body wanted to just grab and take from Louis because of the impressions it left on her. That was evident and clear to Lillian now because even now, her lips were still tingling and she heard a part of her brain begging her to throw herself back at Louis for another kiss.

But Lillian had self control.

She wasn't so ignorant to not know when her body's hormones were going out of line.

For that, she had to make sure she stopped before something happened that she wouldn't want later.

Louis's smile from earlier dropped as he watched at Lillian blankly, no emotion written on his expression to signal to the royal what he was thinking.

Slowly, Lillian scowled lightly her back relaxing from its arch by the ship's ledge while she flicked her wrist in a gesture to make Louis back away, "You're still sweating." She informed in mild disgust, her eyes bouncing up from the male's bare chest.

Louis cringed at her, "Oh, like you're any better, Lilly." He remarked before pulling himself away.

The pirate captain began moving toward his pile of fallen clothes several feet away and Lillian took that time to run a hand through her hair, which was as sweaty as Louis commented on.

Both of them were out there for a while if Liam's earlier words were any clue.

Lillian moved to pick up Louis's cutlass that had been slipped near the stairs that she knew led to the upper deck where the wheel to navigate the ship was.

She bent down to retrieve the item, her mind wondered exactly how many lives had been ended with the weapon. Louis had murdered more people than Lillian would like to admit with the blade, he was after all, the Prince of the Crimson Sea, a namesake that was given to him because of the amount of blood he could make appear in the ocean from his defeated enemies.

She then tried to stand straight but she felt a bit lightheaded. Glad that Louis hadn't see her weakness Lillian's eyes glanced upward toward the other end of the ship where Louis had already put back on his shirt and was now placing his overcoat back on his body.

When she thought about it, it was probably strange to the others on the crew for Louis to have really let Lillian just take his weapon from him like that.

The thoughts of her being something different in the captain's eyes came to her once more, but she tried to brush it off.

It set off a weird feeling in her heart whenever she thought about Louis in that kind of light.

It was odd.

Louis had more than one face.

There was Captain Tomlinson, the man every sailor who traveled came to know as the most ruthless and deadly pirate to dominate the seas. The man who Lillian could easily say was responsible for his four day torture session that she rather not remember.

There was Louis Tomlinson, the young man that was constantly smirking and going about with the arrogant face on that most of his friends and ship mates had come to know and mysteriously enough, admire. The young man, Lillian had the displeasure of spending a majority of her time on One Direction with.